Gullibility

Doubt is a strainer through which we pour experience. What’s believable, credible, runs through the mesh; what’s not, stays in the basket to be examined and either discarded as ‘true’ or kept in our experience as an exception. Of course, sometimes an incredible experience, instead of being kept as an exception, makes …

The Ice Queen Cometh

What was it like to be a sexy girl in the olden days, Auntie Dreamer? Let me tell you, Sweet Pea, it weren’t no bed of roses! A young woman contacted me through LinkedIn, and when I followed her internet trail to answer the question, ‘Why did she contact ME?’ I discovered that …

Cutting Away the Past

I gave myself my first major haircut after a bad breakup in college. My hair was two feet long, bright-young-thing blonde and shiny like cooking taffy. After that breakup (that man, that boy, that pain), I wanted to demonstrate that I was a a new person, a woman who had survived. As …

Lame or Awake

Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up. —William James William James’ philosophy has been my companion for the past month. I have used it to help me get a new perspective on my lifelong battle against depression. I think James might be helping in a way that therapy …

Writing Dreamer Site

Creating a new website and portfolio ought to be easy for me. I work in WordPress and Joomla… I write web copy… I am a writer and a graphic designer, AND an enthusiastic photographer and bad artist. How hard can it be? Silly dreamer!

Better World

I thought that my struggle was to believe in myself, to know myself. Depression told me I wasn’t good enough, that I was a worthless, unusable cog fouling up the gearing in an unwieldy machine. Therapy told me I was a normal person with a damaged brain, that if I …

My Shadow, Your Shadow

Humans have a responsibility to care for each other, and for every other being on Earth. I am afraid that other people don’t believe that is true; I fear that they believe that there isn’t enough, and will prioritize themselves and their own people at others’ expense. Fear, however, hasn’t …

Mama Nature Gets Distracted

If we humans don’t stop jumping around, screaming, hitting each other, and opening the doors while the Earth Wagon is in motion, Mother Nature is going to have to slap us into next week.

Writing for My Life

What if I am in this life to write a certain number of stories, and I won’t be allowed to advance to the next level of the game until I have done it? If I die before, I just have to do it again, until I get it right? Like …